Presents from My Aunts

By Reedhee

The poem starts off stimulating and appealing

to the senses with the following...

...peacock blue...

...glistening like an orange split open...

...candy striped bangles...

...drew blood...

She feels as if she is being rejected by the bangles including her Pakistani culture.

...apple-green sari...

...couldn’t rise out of it’s fire, half - English...

...marvel at the colours like stained glass...

Beautiful but she is unable to see right through the glass like she can’t see her full identity.